Savior, I come, Quiet my soul

November 23, 2010

 

 

Teary-eyed.

 

-Two words that describe me as I write this blog.

 

I just learned that my friend’s father kicked the bucket.

 

Haay….

 

I have realized long ago that death is a part of life. To come is to leave as to live is to die. Death is not something Christians fear. We believe in life after death and God has promised that we can spend eternity with Him if we accepted Christ as our savior.

 

 

 

But why is it that death still makes us cry? I never met my friend’s father and I cannot say that I know how she feels because mine is still alive. In short, I haven’t been in the same situation and I actually don’t think that one can know how someone feels even when he or she has been through the same thing. It’s just that I can imagine how she feels. I can’t think of a life without my dad. Thinking of it brings a lump in my throat and makes it difficult for me to breathe.

 

Alright, enough said. I don’t wanna cry here.

 

I don’t want to extend any condolences to my friend. Not because I don’t care about her but because I don’t think it’s appropriate considering the fact that a condolence is a sad concern for someone in misfortune. I am concerned about her and I care but I do not think that she is in misfortune. After all, her father died a natural death. It’s not a misfortune. God just decided that her father’s purpose on earth is done and he should rest now. I’m sure he had brought joy and love to people around him.  Thus, he is now resting happily in a place where only good things happen, where only happiness and peace prevail, where love is in every corner and where dreams are true.

 

I pray that God comforts my friend and her family.

 

 

HOMESICK (Mercy Me)

You’re in a better place, I’ve heard a thousand times 
And at least a thousand times I’ve rejoiced for you 
But the reason why I’m broken, the reason why I cry 
Is how long must I wait to be with you 

I close my eyes and I see your face 
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place 
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow 
I’ve never been more homesick than now 

Help me Lord cause I don’t understand your ways 
The reason why I wonder if I’ll ever know 
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same 
Cause I’m still here so far away from home 

I close my eyes and I see your face 
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place 
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow 
I’ve never been more homesick than now 

In Christ, there are no goodbyes 
And in Christ, there is no end 
So I’ll hold onto Jesus with all that I have 
To see you again 
To see you again 

And I close my eyes and I see your face 
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place 
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow 
Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow 
Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow 

I’ve never been more homesick than now

 

 

WITH HOPE (Steven Curtis Chapman)

This is not at all how
We thought it was supposed to be
We had so many plans for you
We had so many dreams
And now you’ve gone away
And left us with the memories of your smile
And nothing we can say
And nothing we can do
Can take away the pain
The pain of losing you, but …

We can cry with hope
We can say goodbye with hope
‘Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no
And we can grieve with hope
‘Cause we believe with hope
(There’s a place by God’s grace)
There’s a place where we’ll see your face again
We’ll see your face again

And never have I known
Anything so hard to understand
And never have I questioned more
The wisdom of God’s plan
But through the cloud of tears
I see the Father’s smile and say well done
And I imagine you
Where you wanted most to be
Seeing all your dreams come true
‘Cause now you’re home
And now you’re free, and …

We have this hope as an anchor
‘Cause we believe that everything
God promised us is true, so …

So we can cry with hope
And say goodbye with hope

We wait with hope
And we ache with hope
We hold on with hope
We let go with hope

 

 

Stupidity Gets to Me

November 22, 2010

I don’t normally make myself angry over trivial things. I mean, yeah, I do scream and shout, but not with rage. After a few minutes, I’ll forget that so called display of ‘anger’ and then feel sorry. However, I know I REALLY am angry when I don’t feel sorry for a bad behavior I did cause I lost my patience.

 

 

And a patient person, I am not. I really do HATE STUPID people. They piss me off. Well, I do understand a bit of stupidity but if you did something stupid and then blame me for it or try to make me look bad because of it or try to act smart or something, then I’ll get MAD at you. So mad I’ll blog about you and your stupidity.

 

 

YES, I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU, DRIVER OF A JEEP (PUBLIC VEHICLE IN THE PHILIPPINES) THAT HAS GREEN INTERIORS! YOUR ROUTE IS MCU-ROTONDA. YOUR PLATE NUMBER IS T_F _ _8. Ok, so am not mean enough to put your whole plate number. It’s just that I tend to think before doing something, unlike YOU! YOU WHO DO  NOT KNOW HOW TO LISTEN CAREFULLY. YOU WHO DO NOT HAVE GOOD MANNERS.

 

So this is what happened, I was with my mom and my little brother when I rode the mentioned jeepney. Obviously, there were three of us. There was not anybody else in his jeepney when we climbed in. I even asked him how much the fare to Monumento is to be sure. After he answered, my mom handed the money to my brother and as he made his way to get closer to the driver, I said ‘tatlo po’. When my brother was close enough to PERSONALLY give him the one-hundred bill, my brother also said ‘tatlo po’. And then, to confirm it further, my mom also said ‘tatlo* po’. He gave my brother the change and my mom put it in her purse without checking it cause she was too sleepy. I know, I know, my mom was also at fault for not checking the change but what happened next was so not expected and so unreasonable.

 

We were near the Philippine General Hospital when the jeepney stopped and the driver got out. Well, we did not know he got out until he went to the side near our seat and asked very rudely if we paid for the seat of my lil brother. I said yes in the polite way we do it in the Philippines and my mother also did the same. But the driver did not have any intentions of being polite. He said that he only charged for two seats. My mother said that we paid for three and she did not check the change, still politely. And the driver told my mom that he has told her a number of times to make my brother sit on her lap, still IMPOLITELY. Of course we did not hear him, if he ever did say that, cause we were at the seats farthest to him. My mother was handing him the payment for my brother’s seat when he turned his back on us and went back to his seat. So my mother just asked the other passengers to pass the money to the driver. I was so MAD at him that I asked my mom, “You gave him a hundred bucks, right?”. My mom said, “right”. “Did you not check the change?” “No, I didn’t. I was too tired.”

 

I answered my mom, in a tone loud enough for the passengers near us to hear, “Then, he’s at fault. We told him a couple of times that the payment was for three. Why did he charge for only two? How stupid of him! He’s such an idiot! Doesn’t he know that he should NOT take his STUPIDITY when he is at work?” My mom told me not to mind him anymore but I know she was also annoyed.

 

I checked his plate number when we got to our destination. I’ve though of blogging about him and I am doing it now. The point is, he should not have acted the way he had. He could have inquired about our payment in a civilized manner. It’s not like we don’t have money to pay him. In fact, I wanted to just get out of his vehicle and catch a cab home but I realized that that would be a form of losing to him and his small mind. And I do not have any intentions of getting defeated by his annoying behaviour. Thus, here I am, being evil and telling my few readers about his foolishness.  After all, if he has even the tiniest portion of intelligence, he would have realized that my brother is too big to be carried on someone’s lap. He’s freaking 10 years old and he’s tall for his age. 

 

>:)

 

 

*tatlo=three

 

 

DISCLAIMER: Above images not mine.

SHARK TALE…?? right?

November 10, 2010

I saw him today. He was at a waiting shed waiting for a public vehicle he can ride. Maybe he’s on his way to school. I was on a public vehicle myself. Too bad there was no seat left in it. I don’t know if he saw me but I don’t really give a damn whether he did or not. What matters is that I did. I saw him. I was able to lay eyes on him. After months of not being able to and asking myself a certain question.

 

I found the answer to that question today. I am not sure if I like it. All I know is that my heart still beats wildly at the sight of him. That I still smile at the thought of him. That I wanted to scream because of delight when I did see him. That seeing him made my day. That even when I want to, I can’t deny this feeling. I still DO love him.

 

 

 

 

(JoJo)

 

 

DISCLAIMER: Above image not mine.

Last Sunday Night

November 9, 2010

you’ll find this funny if you have any sense of humor.

 01 Last Sunday Night

if you think it’s not, I forgive you. Don’t worry.

 

Don’t you just hate patronizing speech??

 

Anyway, this is a spoof of Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night. (right?)

Sung by him…

as her…

Would you believe I haven’t heard the original song?

Well, OK, I have heard bits of it sung by a friend in the office.. (like the line, …last Friday night…yeah, only that line, exactly those three words) 

 

Anyway, the hot guy above is a YouTube celebrity…isn’t he smokin’?

 

 

DISCLAIMER: Images from Google search…

 

One of her turns

 

 

OMG. My birthday is coming….

and I can’t even have a chance to forget about it. 

people just keep reminding me…

greetings come in advance…WTF???

WOOHOOHOOO..

not that am not happy about it

It’s just that I don’t really feel it yet..

I think I still have no right to be happy..

With Mimi being dead for almost two months now..

EMOTE???

I’m in one of my turns again… Pardon me.

(One of my turns, I definitely stole that term from Pink Floyd)

Speaking of THAT song…

“Day after day, love turns gray
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.”
 

 

Pink Floyd - 10 - One Of My Turns

 

“Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You’ll find my favorite axe.
Don’t look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would’ya?
Would you like to see me try?”

AAAH, no!

 

“Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it’s time I stopped?
Why are you running away?”

 

Alright, so a friend advised me to listen to The Cure.

However, am still in my unreasonable addictive faze over Pink Floyd.

It’s actually how it is everytime I find something new to love.

I get overly addicted to it.

 And then I feel like noone or nothing else is worth my attention. 

But then, after some time, I’ll come to my senses.

Get used to the idea of having known such a great thing.

And just get normally addicted to the thing I love.

Like I have loved it since I was born.

And therefore, we become inseperable.

WOW… 

I love how love works for me and music.

And food, and movies, and green, and gadgets, and dogs…

Now, don’t ask about the other ‘love’ thing. 

 

 

THIS IS A RANDOM BLOG WITHOUT ANY SENSE IN IT JUST LIKE MOST OF MY BLOGS.

THEREFORE, AM SORRY IF YOU READ THIS AND FOUND IT ANNOYINGLY VEXING.

BUT THEN AGAIN, IT’S NOT LIKE ANYBODY WILL READ THIS.